Just a Hot Woman

I was going to some kind of internet Cafe to write down a dream, because I had the feeling that's what I always did (I do not), when I noticed my reflection in a store window. I was a woman and this startled me, I checked in a couple more windows and it was the same A girl was chasing me down.

girl: "Hey mom, I'm sorry for following you here."

me: "Uh... that's all right. Look, I'm not feeling very well, I might have gotten up too fast...having some dizziness."

We went to a strange room with all kinds of odd equipment. A woman gave me some kind of vial to drink, and there was an odd process. It involved a dog in a bubble and there was some big sign labeled "GENERAL INTERNET". After some strange ritual going on with all this equipment, a man nodded to me.

man: "Thanks for helping me catch her."

me: "Who?"

man: "Casey. Who you would think of as the woman you see as the mask."

me: "What do you want with her?"

man: "Nothing in particular. Just a hot woman. I dunno."

Something injected me in my back, and I awoke in a room full of people sitting around with notebooks and graphic novels, scribbling them onto lined notebook paper. I went to grab one of the notebooks to write on, and a person on a couch asked me what was news.

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The accounts written here are as true as I can manage. While the
words are my own, they are not independent creative works of fiction
—in any intentional way. Thus I do not consider the material to
be protected by anything, other than that you'd have to be
crazy to want to try and use it for genuine purposes (much less
disingenuous ones!) But who's to say?